Female. Eighteen. Southern gal, born and raised. Biology Major/Chemistry Minor. Rushing headlong into her sophomore year of university. Did not realize Slaughter-Dew had been nominated for an award but is happy that it won. Is fascinated by the human psyche, and all the ways that it breaks. Wants to be a geneticist. Or something.

Does not like Twilight. Is still enamored of Aladdin. Thinks that sleep is overrated. Plays video games and likes to nerd out with people. Cannot tolerate poor grammar. Enjoys Greek mythology, Shakespeare, Final Fantasy, and researching esoteric topics that make her sound and look much smarter than she actually is. Quite possibly absolutely mad.

Can be found on LJ: andromeda3116
Can be found on FF.Net: cupid-painted-blind
Can be found on FP: andromeda311
Can be found at UR: andromeda311 (also, andromeda. There's a story to that, but it's rather embarrassing.)

The fastest ways to get in touch with her are via LJ or email. Rarely checks up on most of her pages, but regularly updates on livejournal. Don't be afraid to friend her. She doesn't bite.

Summary: The last eight days of Regulus Black's life. Dark, psychological, featuring extensive wordplay and a vague creation-story allegory that may or may not grant redemption. (Somewhere in the back of his mind, he whispers that his brother would be proud of him.)Hourglass Nominee.

Summary: He's got a horrible, deep, sinking feeling that he's just like the rest of his family. They're all a bit insane, and he feels insane right about now, absolutely bloody wild, like he's let some caged beast out, and it scares him.

(Sirius picked a bad night to run away from home. Rating for heavy cursing and situation. Oneshot.)

Summary: Andromeda takes a walk through the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black after her husband dies, finding nothing more than dust, nostalgia, and a faded blue dress. And in the end, it all boils down to one question: Do you believe in ghosts? Oneshot.